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His mother, a gaelic queen
his father, a rugged pit miner
he wishes to never be seen
being solitary has never been finer

the son of sons he was
the son of sons he became
an expectation he did cause
his brother supposedly the same

The gaelic queen wept over her fallen friend
her lover stirred and fidgeted in restless toil
it was her heart that she swore would not mend
her tears fluctuated like fine Arab oil

her son laid like the fetus that he became
heart wrenching in utter terror
he knew not of his impending fame
his aorta crumbled like the crystal mirror

the gaelic queen knew not of her sons terror
the pit miner remained as stoic as an old tree
the boy had no love, no hope and no paramour
"raise yourself from your anxious coma" his father did decree

ignorance bestowed upon the gaelic queen
felt as if her son was still clenched mid-ween
"leave this rotting nest!" she did exclaim
"mother please" he felt his heart maim

the gaelic queen banished her only son
to the cold expanse of the north sea
wrapped in barley, hair in a bun
her friend has perished, but she did not flee

her son canted the lacrimosa
the gaelic queen's companion --
laid still amongst the lux aeterna
the boy glimpsed the coastline bastion

"farewell my gaelic queen"
the boy waved to his mother
the shoreline and the sea in between
"I love you like no other"

and this was the story of the gaelic queen
a heartbroken Scottish mother
and a son who wished never to be seen
whom she loved like no other

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